hey, so i am putting this author's note before because this is important. this story was originally going to be a duology but i couldn't find enough inspiration. they were originally called we tried to murder and i got revenge. the flashbacks will explain what happened during their eighth year with thalia. that will be in italics. the current story will be in normal script. thank you so much for the positive reviews! enjoy!

btw, this chapter is v dramatic :P

"I'm sure of it," Hermione was saying.

"But 'Mione, they got rid of all the death eaters after that war." Ron said. "That won't make any sense. Did you see her dark mark?"

"No, but Draco called her that! Or he was going to but she somehow knew we were listening." Hermione buried her nose in her book again, ending the conversation, as she curled up next to Ron in the Gryffindor common room. Ron leant his head back on the chair and shut his eyes.

Harry snorted, frustrated. "It doesn't make any sense." But his friends had already fallen asleep. He wouldn't be able to get any shut-eye if he didn't have some answers. Grabbing the invisibility cloak from his bag, he headed out of the common room, careful not to attract any attention.

Once he was far enough he slid underneath the silky blanket, needing to crouch to cover his feet. He caught Thalia heading out of her classroom, looking both ways before quickly walking towards the staircase. Harry followed at a safe distance, the familiar rapid beating of his heart soothing him unlike how it had stressed him before the war.

After a while, Harry recognized that they were near the Room of Requirement. He smiled giddily. Merlin, he was acting like such a child.

A metal door appeared in front of her and she pulled it open with ease. Harry quickly slid in behind her. He held his breath as the door slammed shut but no one seemed to recognize her presence.

The walls were metal like the door and he realized they were soundproof. On them hung weapons. Swords, knives, bows and arrows, spears, daggers, shields, staffs, and others he couldn't recognize. There were abandoned boxing bags in a corner and shreds of torn ones beside it. A huge basin filled to the brim with water was on the side with goblets beside it.

In the center of the room were to people, a boy and a girl. The girl had black hair shorter than the boys slick blond locks and they had both shed their robes. Bronze swords were clashing against each other when Harry realized who the the guy was.

Draco Malfoy. They had come to okay terms since the war had ended and he no longer called anyone a mudblood. His cheeks were flushed, giving his pale skin a bit of color.

The girl's sword grazed Draco's arm and he pulled back immediately.

"Oh my gods, Draco." She sounded more exasperated that concerned. Thalia hurried towards the water basin when she froze mid step. Harry stopped breathing. She was just a few steps away.

In a swift motion, Thalia had taken off his cloak and he was visible. Her eyes crackled and she was probably about to stab him with the knife on her belt when the other girl beat her to it. He was backed into the walls, the cool metal freezing him through his pajamas, and she had her hands loosely wrapped around his throat.

Her eyes were a bright purple and he noticed a clump of her hair was lime green. She snarled. "What do you think you're doing here?" Draco and Thalia made no move to help him. Harry felt cowardly beneath the girl's gaze. He'd defeated Voldemort two times and yet he was afraid of a girl almost a foot shorter than him.

But it wasn't the bubbling of her gaze or the strength of her grip. It was the bright aura around her that radiated magic. It was the fact that her whole form flickered and for a moment she was taller and paler and her hair was a mess of blonde that went to her waist and her eyes flickered from violet to a glassy grey.

He shivered. "Um," was his intelligent response.

Thalia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Forget him. Use the mist or whatever and get him out of here. We don't need him." The corners of her lips tugged skywards. "Yet."

The nameless girl snapped her fingers. For a moment everything was blank. He was shoved out of the room and was walking alone down the corridors when he suddenly remembered. Thalia, Draco and that girl. They've been fighting, practicing. But for what?

He cleared his thoughts as he entered the Gryffindor common room. He quietly shook his friends who were still asleep in the deserted common room. "Go to bed."

He didn't bother waiting for a reply as he trudged up the stairs and eventually tucked himself in bed, fully unaware that he had been almost unaffected to the mist manipulation of a daughter of Hecate.

Dinner had been going splendidly until the Divination professor decided to join them.

Sybill Trelawney waddled up between the house tables as she made her way to the staffs table. She nodded her head politely at the headmistress and was about to take her seat for the first time this year when she gasped dramatically.

You could practically hear the students roll their eyes.

Harry followed the woman's shaking finger to none other than Percy Jackson.

"You," she whispered. "You've seen tragic things much like Mr. Potter but you. You've done terrible terrible things. So many souls you've destroyed. So much blood is on your hands."

For a moment, his eyes became unfocused and he looked more terrified than ever. Then he smiled his Percy Jackson smile and shrugged in a Percy Jackson way. "You're Sybill aren't you? Your poor grandmother. You got her gift didn't you? And yet everyone thinks you're a fake." He looked at her almost pitifully. "Come, professor. We can talk somewhere else." He got up and slowly led her out of the hall.

The moment the doors shut behind him, the quiet murmur erupted into a roar. All the students yelled back and forth about the Divination professors words.

There was so much blood on his hands.

Harry didn't doubt that for a second.

The headmistress' poker face was really starting annoy the three students.

Harry had conveyed his encounter the night before to his friends the morning after and the three of them had marched into Professor McGonagall's office demanding answers.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Potter. Thalia was with me last night. We had a lengthy discussion on her excellent teaching techniques."

Ron gaped at her. "But professor, Harry saw it with his own eyes. Her teaching techniques is actually just a plan to create us into an army! She can curse us into doing whatever she pleases! She's going to be the next Voldemort!"

McGonagall allowed herself to laugh lightly at the eighteen-year-olds creative imagination. "Now, now, Mr. Weasley. I assure you that Thalia will not curse you into an army. Now go lunch. I'm famished."

She dismissed them with a flick of her wrist and glided out the door.

"Did you see that?"

The boys turned to Hermione. "See what?"

"Her face. She's afraid. We know something we aren't supposed to know." Her face lit up with excitement. "We know something we aren't supposed to know. We can dissolve her plan before it's even put into action!"

"How do you know that? She had a completely blank face!" Ron questioned his girlfriend.

"Yes, but I pay attention to details. Her ears were twitching, kind of like how she does when she's a cat." Hermione pointed out.

"Okay." Harry took a deep breath. "Here's the plan. Ron and I'll sneak Thalia's classroom for a surprise attack after dinner. Hermione, you lead her away from her room for a while. Take the long way around. When she comes in, we'll bind her with the spell you used on Neville in first year. What was that spell again?"

"Incarcerous." Hermione stated.

"Right. We'll bind her and then we question her. Confirm her plans and the fact that she is a death eater avenging Voldemort."

Ron's face paled, his eyes widening at something in front of him. Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Ron. You can't still be afraid of-"

"A wonderful plan, really."

Hermione and Harry spun around, meeting the girls electric blue eyes. Harry gulped.

"It's flawless. Well, except for the fact that I just found out about it. And that you're going on the wrong path. I'm not avenging this Voldy Pants. I'm not avenging anybody." She shrugged and Draco appeared behind her, his wand drawn.

Before anyone could react, Draco pointed to each of them in turn. "Incarcerous!"

Harry struggled in the thick vines, unable to see anything except the ceiling.

Thalia's face appeared. "Think of it as a favor. From me to you."

And the last thing he saw was the face of with grey eyes, framed with honey colored curls. For a moment she looked like Luna, but it wasn't her. This girl had determination in her eyes that hid the fear that Harry could tell was killing her.

Just like she was going to kill him.

There was a searing pain in his chest.

And then he blacked out.

Teaser for next chapter: the blonde haired girl in the first flashback is not the one in the second.